(Quintiles 29, 59 / 7:55PM)

(Jerry and Jenny)

(Jerry’s thoughts) Seriously, who is she anyway? And why is she holding hostages?

(Jerry) Before we begin our little fight, do you mind telling me what you are and why are you doing this? I don’t like to lay hands on women, so I hope it’s not just some psychotic reason…

The woman, or rather the teenage girl who looked to be slightly older than Loraine, looked up to see both Jerry and Jenny eyeing her, not losing sight. Swiping away the black hair that covered her left eye, she silently stood and kept her small mouth shut, folding her arms in the process.

Jerry slowly breathed in and out, his eyes continuing to focus on the girl. Inching towards the girl with medium height, Jerry noticed that she looked up with her eyelids, not moving her head an inch from its place.

(Jerry) The least we could do is probably just tie you up and be asked for questioning. You don’t look like a fighter, nor do you look like you take pleasure in killing people, so…

Jerry extended his hand out, his right hand shaking softly. Making a nonchalant face, his lips remained in a normal frown, a bead of sweat rolling down from his right temple.

(Jerry) Wanna do a truce? There’s nothing we can gain or lose if we fight.

The girl then extended her hand too, her frail and bony arm barely managing to force her hand to move, both of them holding their hands in a firm agreement like a couple of businessmen. Smiling warmly, the crevices of her lips created an angelic smile similar to a certain girl in the Dark Angels.

Closing her eyes as her hair swung back, the grip of her hand instantly loosened.

(???) There is something that I could gain from this fight…

A gunshot was heard…

(Jerry) Hmm … wait … what …

Jerry looked down towards where his hand was, the hand that he shook with the girl to settle their differences.

But her hand wasn’t there.

Replacing the girl’s hand was a heavy-weight revolver, the barrel of the gun emitting smoke.

(Jerry) H-Huh?

Slowly pulling out his hand, he slowly turned it around to see his palm covered in a warm substance that Jerry was familiar with.

He gasped as a bolt of pain ravaged his right hand, as a major hole sprouted out from the middle of his hand. The bullet wasn’t just lodged in there, it practically made an actual hole in the middle of Jerry’s hand.

Jerry gripped the wide-open wound with his left hand, taking many steps back as droves upon droves of blood poured down onto the rusted floor of the metal factory. His throat hitching his breath, his vocals wanted to tear themselves up, and yet…

(Jerry) Hope! Hope! Hope!

Jerry then noticed another area where a warm liquid fell from, a droplet of sultry red blood dripping out from underneath. With his left hand, he slowly touched the area where another leakage occurred, his eyes clenching from the stabbing pain.

Jerry lay on his left side as the bullet that managed to clean its way through his hand, managed to lodge itself inside of his stomach. Tears welling up from his eyes, he wanted to scream, he wanted a miracle, he wanted…

(Jenny) Jerry!

Jenny sprinted a few steps towards where Jerry lay down, crouching down instantly as she placed her hand on his forehead. Feeling the contents of Jerry’s cold sweat on his forehead, her hands slowly trembled as she rubbed his forehead with brittle care.

(Jenny) Hang on! I’ll get some of the soldiers to—

A click was heard, followed by a reload.

(Jenny’s thoughts) Damn her!

Turning rapidly towards the girl with her right hand being replaced by a revolver, Jenny stood up as she saw the girl pointing her gun hand towards her. Pulling out her spiked frying pan, she wielded it with both of her hands, gripping the handle of the pan as she pointed it toward the girl.

The girl continued to point her gun hand towards Jenny, not bothering to use her left hand at all. As if the gun was part of her, the trigger, without the girl pulling it manually, automatically fired on its own, with six bullets barraging towards the monolid woman with glasses.

(Jenny) You’re going to pay!

Jenny extended her frying pan as if she wielded it like a bat, her knuckles on the verge of breaking. Lunging to the left, she used mostly her right leg to push herself off the ground, the dirty metal floor clearing off a hint of rust as the shockwave of her push created a small dent.

The girl shot them as soon as Jenny lunged to the left, with most of the bullets missing their mark as they traveled through the emptiness of the evening lighting of the factory. But there were a couple of bullets that managed to come into contact as Jenny was barreling her cautious ballad.

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(Jenny’s thoughts) Oh crap!

Jenny used the bottom of the frying pan to deflect the bullets from hitting her, two bullets creating small but noticeable dent marks on the black spiked metal. For deflection, the two bullets deflected back to the person who shot the gun, which led to…

(???) Hmm?

Standing still through all of this, the girl tilted her head to the side, placing her small finger on her right cheekbone. Because she tilted her head, out of luck or skill, the two bullets didn’t lay a touch on her, going towards the wall that the girl’s back was facing.

The girl saw all of this happening, leading her to forget about Jenny for a split second.

And in that split second.

(Jenny) Come here!

Jenny was a mere feet away from the girl, leading her to ignite her slim yet muscular muscles as she dug the handle of the pan with her fingertips. Thrusting her arms towards the little girl’s face, Jenny clenched her teeth as her enamels let out a tiny amount of sparks.

The spiked frying pan then closed the gap, landing the critical blow into the side of the girl’s right cheekbone. With the spikes on the bottom of the pan making contact, the spikes dug deep into the lich’s cheek, holes forming along her face.

But Jenny wasn’t done.

Contracting her muscles so that an absurd amount of strength poured through her right and left arms, Jenny managed to croak the handle to the point where the handle started to crack. Creating a mini shockwave, the air trapped between the pan and the lich girl’s face managed to explode into a loud clamp.

But Jenny didn’t send the girl flying…

Or rather the only part of the lich girl’s body was fling was—

(???) Oh my, that’s not good…

A single body part flew to the other side of the building, the limb soaring high in the air. Being in the air for not that long, the limb started to roll across the dirty and rusty floor of the factory, accumulating an absurd amount of dust and rust as the front of the limb was…

(???’s thoughts) Oh no … got some rust in my eye.

The lich’s head was rolling down through the factory floor, her pale face covered in red as the rust managed to create artificial rashes on her skin. Putting her pan back to the base of her body, she looked at the faraway head that she dislodged, her eyes panning to the spiked frying pan.

(Jenny’s thoughts) I think I used too much strength…

The head of the lich girl managed to stop rolling, with her head being 20 to 30 feet away from Jenny’s position. Seeing that the head wasn’t regenerating, Jenny placed her pan forward as she focused her attention on the head.

Turning her eyes towards a soldier hiding in the distance in the shadows, Jenny turned her head to the cowering soldier.

(Jenny) Help Jerry now! He’s losing blood!

(Scared Soldier) O-Ok!

As the soldier ran towards the injured Jerry, Jenny continued to give her attention to two body parts. With a bead of sweat rolling down from her left temple, her grip on the pan started to loosen.

(Jenny’s thoughts) Now which body part is she going to regenerate from? Wait … every lich or Zompire's weakness is their heart. If I take her heart now…

And sure enough, the lich girl’s body was right in front of Jenny, her kill right for the taking.

With the body of the lich girl lying on the ground, pouring tar from her missing head, Jenny raised both of her arms, the pan clouding the dim light from the ceiling as her grip loosened evermore. Spreading both of her legs out, Jenny made a stance as what a person with a sledgehammer would make, the spikes of the pan dripping tar onto the body.

(Jenny’s thoughts) Then her misery would end.

Thrusting her body forward, Jenny expanded her slim muscles so that her grip on the pan tightened. On its trajectory to her heart, the pan accumulated an abnormal amount of inertia, causing the pan to create a mini sonic boom as the air around the edges of the pan hardened.

As the spikes of the pan started to close in on the left side of the girl’s chest…

(???) Not every lich has their heart on their left chest.

Jenny stopped the motion of her pan, the spikes of the pan barely touching her chest as the sudden stop caused a small airwave that entrapped the lich’s body for a split second. Keeping the pan on the girl’s heart, Jenny revolved her head to where the girl's head was, the grip of the pan loosening again.

(Jenny) What?!

(???) My heart is where my brain is at, and my brain is where my heart is at.

The head of the girl faced her head towards Jenny, her artificially red face plastered with rust looking upon the monolid beauty many feet away. Not even smirking or smiling, the girl didn't even let out a frown, her mouth formed in a straight line as her nose, left cheek, and forehead relaxed.

Jenny turned her focus onto the head of the bodiless girl, still having the pan pointing towards the girl's chest. Sharpening her eyes at the girl, Jenny sprouted a vein from her hand as she creaked the pan under immense pressure.

(Jenny) I’m not buying that! Are you saying that liches are different from normal zompires!?

(???) When using blessings, unlike humans, liches can alter their organs into different places if their blessing is suitable for it. If humans did the same, then they would end up killing themselves in the process.

(Jenny) Why are you telling me this?

Jenny pointed her pan towards the lich girls’ head, despite the vast difference in location between them. Breathing in hurriedly, Jenny started to feel a sharp pain in her chest, the pain feeling as if someone pinched her heart.

Ignoring her breathing, Jenny swiped her head once, returning her attention to the girl.

(Jenny) Just what are you planning? What are you achieving by telling us your secret?

(???) … I just wanted to buy myself extra time…

A body stood up from behind her, rapidly getting back up as it silently faced—well with no face, had her body and chest facing the back of Jenny. Noticing that the lich girl’s body was up, Jenny turned her head to see the headless body, tar splattered all across the girl’s chest and stomach.

(???) I hate when my hand is groveling on the ground. I just hate it.

(Jenny’s thoughts) Oh no … I should kill her now!

Pushing her right leg off the ground, she lunged herself straight towards the headless body, the body that remained still and content as she barely moved her arms and legs. Noticing that the body wasn’t backing down from Jenny’s attack, she slightly crouched down as for what she was about to do…

(Jenny’s thoughts) Maybe this will work.

She kicked herself off the ground, reaching a height that humans shouldn’t be able to jump.

Kicking the rusted floor with her heels, caused her entire body to spring up into the air. Seeing that the body continued to not move an inch, Jenny turned her body the opposite way, while doing a backflip midair so that her landing would be smooth.

(Jenny’s thoughts) I never do this unless I have to. I’m still not an expert at it.

With the soles of her feet carefully landing on the ground, the inertia and mass of the jump managed to push Jenny down, making her crouch deeply to the floor. For a couple of seconds, Jenny composed herself as her holster that wielded her frying pan was still in place.

(Jenny’s thoughts) Good, it didn’t fall off.

Wielding the frying pan with her right hand, Jenny charged forward as she managed to land behind the lich girl, her body not flinching or even turning back from the sudden change of positions. With a simple click of a button, the bottom of the pan emitted a large amount of spikes, the spikes in the front of the pan being dropped down.

Extending both of her hands backward, Jenny continued to sprint towards the girl, the lich's back wide open. Targeting the left side of the back, Jenny’s muscles expanded again as she swung the pan with another surge of strength.

For the spectators, a cowardly soldier was treating Jerry, his eyes focused on the monolid beauty as she aggressively charged the lich.

(Scared soldier’s thoughts) Just how much strength does she have? She swings her pan like nothing…

Halfway through her charge—

The girl spun around, with two of her arms being replaced by assault rifles.